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2: Owl Post

His eyes were fixed at me, intense and enthralled. His lips were coming closer as he whispered the three words I had longed to hear for so long.

"I love you..."

I looked at him, feeling how my heart was beating faster and faster. Knock knock. I opened my mouth and replied: "I love you too, Ron." Knock knock.

I woke up instantly, warm and confused. What happened? Where was Ron? He had just been about to...

Someone opened the door slightly and stuck their head into the room to take a look. It was George.

"Hope I didn't wake you up," he whispered as he looked at me. I shook my head, feeling the blood stream to my cheeks. He then eyed Rons bed, and so did I. Ron was still fast asleep, he snorled softly.

"Looks like you're behaving..." George muttered and turned to look at me again with a teasing smile. Normally I would've laughed, but there was something about his comment that made my heart beat even faster than it already did, and I quickly eyed the floor.

"It's not funny, George." I said, only loud enough so that he could hear me. I didn't want to wake up Ron – this situation was way too embarrasing already.

"Woah, someone's having a bad morning." he whispered, as he opened the door a bit more and crept towards me, still smiling his teasing smile. He was taller and more lanky than Ron, and he had his hands full of letters.

"What's all of this?" I asked in a low voice as he went through the letters, searching for some in particular.

"Letters." he replied and handed me one of my own.

"Never would've guessed..." I mumbled and rolled my eyes. George smirked.

"Fleur and the others will arrive in a minute. Mum's chasing everyone out of bed."

I looked at George, and he sent me a knowing glance. Then he left the room again, this time a bit more noisy than he'd entered.

I put the letter on the nightstand and grabbed one of the many books that lay on the nightstand as well. I wasn't in the mood for any letters right now – I'd been disturbed during a very good dream...Or, well. A dream. I opened the book and began reading as I sighed. If only George had waited a few more minutes, then I would've...

"What's this?" a voice suddenly asked. I almost dropped my book in shock, looking at the person standing right in front of me, holding the letter I'd just recieved.

"For God's sake, Ron..." I whispered and closed my book. "You really scared me!"

"'Deer Hermy-own-ninny,'" Ron began reading aloud, not intending to actually answer me. "Blimey, who thinks 'dear' has two E's?" he objected in a mumbling tone. He smiled, clearly satisfied with his catch.

"Ron, give me that letter..." I said and tried to take it out of his hands. I knew right away who it was from – Viktor Krum.

"'I hobe you injoy your summer...'" Ron continued, raising his arms so that I couldn't grab the letter.

"Come on, Ron, it's mine!" I said, beginning to sound a bit irritated.

"'It is wery hott here in Bulgaria...' Hot with two T's? You have to be kidding me..."

"Ron, give it to me!" I yelled and looked at him with what I hoped was a demanding gaze. "Now!" I added when he didn't lower his arms.

"Bulgaria? Wow, Hermione, is this..." he said, grinning all over his face, but then his complacent smile slowly began to disappear.

"Ron, please just..."

He didn't say anything. He just looked at the letter, and after an incredibly long and awkward silence he looked at me in disbelief.

"Blimey, is this from... from Viktor Krum?" he asked, sounding as if Viktor was a disgusting insect.

"And so what if it's from Viktor Krum!" I hissed and managed to grab my letter. I lay it on the nightstand again as I looked at him with disappointed, yet angry eyes.

"I can't believe you're still holding onto that jerk..." he mumbled as he sat down onto his bed again, suddenly seeming all unhappy and irritated.

"What makes you think that you have the permission to call him a jerk? You know, it would be good for you if you actually made some international friends. I mean..." I looked at the letter and frowned. "Just because his English isn't that good, he's still wonderful company. You should've seen him during the... the Tournament. He was really incredible."

"I saw him during the Tournament!" Ron said and looked at me, his face showing exasperation.

"Well, then you must know that he did an amazing job... And you... You look up to him. You had a poster of him right there!" I said and turned around to look at the upper corner of the wall. There wasn't any posters. "You had a poster of him last year." I said and looked at him again.

"Yeah, well, things have changed." he said and eyed the floor. I sighed – he was doing his avoid-looking-at-Hermione-maneuver again.

I watched him carefully for a few minutes with my arms crossed, thinking like mad. Ron had always seemed to adore Viktor Krum, but when I mentioned him, he always became very quiet...

"Oh God, Ron. Don't tell me you're jealous of him."

"Me? Jealous?" He snorted. "Please!"

"That's why you went all silent yesterday. It wasn't because of Cedric, it was because of Viktor!"

"Why would you think I cared about Cedric anyway?" he asked and sent me a harsh look.

"Ronald Weasley! You are not to be speaking of the dead in that tone! Cedric was our friend, he was-"

"I know what he was! Look, Cedric was a nice guy, and it's a loss to all of us that he passed away, but-"

"So it is because of Viktor Krum, isn't it?" I said in a demanding tone. I wanted an answer, and I wanted it now.

"Jesus, Hermione! Why's it so important?" he asked, his voice raising.

"Because you obviously can't deal with the fact that I'm... And Viktor... And I don't see any reason why you should be jealous of him. You may not be like him, but you have other qualities-"

"Isn't it obvious why I'm jealous of him?" he shouted.

Silence.

I tried to fully understand his words.

"Don't say it's because of me..?" I whispered, looking at him in shock.

"It is because of you. It's always been because of you. 'Cause believe it or not, Hermione..."

He looked at me, breathing fast. He was obviously really upset with me.

"...I actually care for you!"

His voice broke as he looked at me, looking more disappointed than angry now.

I was speechless. I'd always had a clue, but to actually hear him say it...

"W-why didn't you just tell me Ron? You know I care for you as well..."

"Yeah, well, I don't think it's in the same way." he said and got to his feet. He grabbed his bathrobe and walked toward the closed door. Just before he left the room, he turned around, looked at me and said: "And just so you know, I've always cared for you."

Breakfast that morning was strenuous and tense. I was sitting at the opposite part of the table from Ron. He didn't eat anything, and I only pushed a little to my waffles with my fork.

"Everyone had a good night?" Mrs Weasley asked in a rather stressed tone as she cooked some more food.

"Alright," said Fred. "Good," was heard from Ginny.

"Very well. And what about you?" Mrs Weasley turned to face me.

"Excellent..." I said and managed to pull a convincing smile.

"Ron didn't bother you too much?"

"Uhm-"

Just in that moment the door burst open, and in came my saviours from a possibly awkward conversation; Arthur, Charlie, Bill and Fleur.

"Oh, finally!" said Mrs Weasley and went to kiss her husband on the cheeks. Charlie and Bill instantly joined the rest at the table, and Fleur greeted everyone at round.

"Ginny, you've grown so much!" she said with her French accent and gave Ginny a big hug. Ginnys face showed utter disgust and aversion.

"Monsiuer Fred, Monsiuer George..." The twins gladly greeted her with complacent smiles on their faces.

"Ah, Ron..." Fleur continued and gave Ron a light kiss on the cheek. Rons ears became red, and he suddenly got very busy with eating his waffles.

My grip on the fork tightened sligthly as I watched Rons red face, which was the result of enjoying Fleurs kiss. What a superficial, interruptive...

"...Beautiful Fleur!" I said and smiled the best I could as I got a hug from her.

"Oh Hermione, tu es belle!" she said and smiled even bigger than me. I didn't have the patience to disagree with her, so I just sat down again and continued pushing to my waffles.

When Fleur had greeted everyone, she sat down at the table with the rest of us and began eating. Charlie was obviously very hungry from the long journey from Romania, and Bill was busy talking to Fleur. Ginny listened to the twins jokes, Molly was chatting with Arthur, and me and Ron were just sitting there, silent and immobile.

"Well, if everyone's done eating..." said Mrs Weasley after some time and began to clean up. Most of us parted, and while Ron avoided me, I wondered what on earth I should do with myself.